Lyrics Nutbush City Limits (1991 Remaster) - Tina Turner , Ike Turner
A
church
house
gin
house
A
school
house
outhouse
On
Highway
Number
Nineteen
The
people
keep
the
city
clean.
They
call
it
Nutbush
Oh
Nutbush
Call
it
Nutbush
city
limits.
Twentyfive
was
the
speed
limit
Motorcycle
not
allowed
in
it
You
go
t'the
store
on
Friday
You
go
to
church
on
Sunday.
They
call
it
Nutbush
Oh
Nutbush
Call
it
Nutbush
city
limits.
You
go
t'the
fields
on
week
days
And
have
a
picnic
on
Labor
Day
You
go
to
town
on
Saturday
But
go
to
church
ev'ry
Sunday.
They
call
it
Nutbush
Oh
Nutbush
Call
it
Nutbush
city
limits.
No
whiskey
for
sale
You
can't
cop
no
bail
Saltpork
and
molasses
Is
all
you
get
in
jail.
They
call
it
Nutbush
Oh
Nutbush
Call
it
Nutbush
city
limits.
Little
old
town
in
Tennessee
That's
called
a
quiet
little
old
community
A
one-horse
town
You
have
to
watch
What
you're
puttin'
down
in
old
Nutbush.
They
call
it
Nutbush
Oh
Nutbush
Call
it
Nutbush
city
limits.
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